She becomes the words and respects
the melody to the note. Richard Rodgers, Jerome kern,
Jimmy Van Heusen, and many of the iconic composers who
created these melodies would be proud. She is, note
for note, a faithful messenger of the great stuff.
Maggart's real name is amber, but she
chose Maude for the alliteration and because it's name
evokes the era in which many of the songs she sings
were written. At 32, she still looks like a girl. But
the woman emerges on stage when sings and, to a degree,
when she speaks. For Maude Maggart, the songs are life
itself, the reason for being alive, for falling in love,
for risking everything for a man who has touched her
Believe me, she has done her homework.
She has learned by research and discipline and by channeling
the wisdom of her guides, singers Andrea Marcovicci
and Michael Feinstein.
Maggart has recorded four wonderful
albums, but she is someone you must see perform in person.
Her physical beauty, her brave presence, looking so
vulnerable in front of the audience, is not captured
on Cds. Her ethereal and frequently agonizing bravado
can be received by some as irritating on a disk, but
for me the beauty of her singing overcomes the difficulties.
The songs she chooses are crafted with
intelligence and talent. No faults rhymes, like home
and alone. Instead: "You are the promise kiss of
spring time, that makes the lonely winter seem long/you
are the breathless hush of evening, that trembles on
the brink of lovely song." That, by Oscar Hammerstein
for a medley by Jerome Kern,
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